He asked, “What’s the one thing you’re most afraid of?”
“My mind,” I answered.
He said, “me too.”
Petrified, I asked, “mine or yours?”
“Yours,” he nonchalantly said, his eyes never leaving mine.
Before my heart could hit the floor, he shrugged his shoulders, smiled, and quickly added, “But that’s okay.”
I believed him.
No, not his words per se. It was his eyes… but also something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
There was just something about his eyes. At first I loved the fact that his eyes never lied. But every now and then he would lie to spare my feelings, or just lie as human nature. But his eyes, they would always betray him. In those moments, I wished he could be a better liar, if only to spare myself the pain of his truth.
And then it hid me.
“Your eyes,” I said. “They’re my favorite thing about you.”
He smiled and said, “I know.”
He sure did.